User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20190825005958/@comment-4677325-20190902171630

Falkin couldn’t help but chuckle at Abbess Tyra’s excitement, tucking his walking stick under one arm as he took up the parchment and the charcoal, jotting down everything he could remember, including the riddle, mumbling the words slightly to himself as he wrote. “Under the soil... Years worth of toil... Raspberry plum... A right old riddle, and no mistake.”